Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OIL FIELDS AT NIGHT, by ANNE SOUTHERNE TARDY



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OIL FIELDS AT NIGHT, by            
First Line: The night is dark, but in the east a glow
Last Line: Earth yields her buried treasure, sobbing, sobbing.
Subject(s): Oil Fields


The night is dark, but in the east a glow
Of hazy light portends the gold moon rising.
Upon the dusky hill-tops, and below
On level stretches, the weird, tantalizing
Beauty of derricks stands against the sky:
Towers of steel and timber, thickly massed
Through undulating valleys! From the high
Peaks, runs a string of lights, like beacons cast
From Heaven to earth, that pierce the dark sky, flaming.
Torches burst into phosphorescent blaze
Of burning gas, the ghostly glare proclaiming
The oil fields in their mutable dark maze:
Where to the sound of engines throbbing, throbbing,
Earth yields her buried treasure, sobbing, sobbing.





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